Page 127 of A Very Merry Enemy
His hands are everywhere, touching and worshipping every inch of me. Like he’s remembering every place that makes me gasp or arch or moan.
When his hand slides between my legs, I nearly come apart.
“Lucas, please don’t tease me.” I breathe.
“I won’t, Peaches. I’ve got you.”
He hooks his fingers in my lace panties and slides them down my legs. Then his mouth is settling between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue on my clit makes me cry out.
“So wet,” he whispers as he kisses and sucks. Lucas unravels me slowly, devouring me until I’m shaking with anticipation.
“I’m so close.” I gasp, surprised by how quickly he worked me up. “Lucas, please.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Make me come.”
He moves back up my body, kissing as he goes. I reach between us and slide my hand into his boxers, wrapping my fingers around him. He’s hard and hot, and I want him inside me so badly, I can barely think.
He groans and buries his face in my neck. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“You’re teasing me,” I say, running my fingers through his hair.
“Just a little,” he mutters against my lips before moving back down my body. Seconds later, he’s taking my clit into his mouth. He sucks and flicks until the orgasm rips through me. I’m groaning out his name, my cunt clenching so damn hard as he slides a finger inside me.
“Feels so good,” I whisper, never having been worked so fucking good. He places his finger into his mouth, not wasting a drop. The orgasm nearly takes me under as he reaches for his nightstand and pulls out a condom. I watch as he rolls it on. He settles between my legs and the first inch of him inside me makes us both freeze.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
He pushes inside slowly and I feel myself stretch to fit him. This is how it always was with us; we have to take it slow. It’s been so long and he’s much bigger than I remember.
For a second, it’s almost too much, and he reads me, waiting for me to relax before continuing. My back arches, and I try to steady my breathing until he’s fully inside me. With Lucas buried deep inside, everything in the world seems right again.
“You feel like home,” I whisper.
“Fuck, you do, too, sweetheart. You were made for me. Feel how good we fit together?” he asks against my neck. Then he slowly moves as our tongues twist together. I can taste myself on his mouth.
As he thrusts into me, I swear I see stars. This connection.This intimacy. This feeling of being completely seen and wanted and cherished. The sensation is almost too much.
“Holiday,” Lucas says, and I open my eyes to find him staring down at me with so much adoration it takes my breath away. “Stay with me tonight.”
“I want to.”
We move together, and his rhythm matches mine perfectly. Every thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me. Every kiss tastes like home.
The orgasm builds and builds until I’m right on the edge. Lucas keeps a slow pace, but thrusts into me deeper, exactly where I need him, and suddenly, I’m falling apart in his arms for the second time tonight.
I cry out his name as I come, my body convulsing around him. He follows seconds later, burying his face in my neck and groaning my name as he shudders above me.
For a long moment, we just lie there, breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other.
I curl into his chest and hold him, letting out a sigh of relief. I spent too long missing him and denying myself. I tried to be someone I wasn’t, and I didn’t like who I became.
“I never forgot you,” he whispers, stroking my hair.
“I never forgot you, either.” I press my face into his chest, smiling. “You were my best kept secret.”
